She looked up at the turning fan, the hole was the only source of light in the basement, and when it darkened, she knew it was probably evening.

Chang Feng should be coming back soon. She put the pot where she had measured the rice under the faucet.

She wore a T-shirt that was very large, with a placket that hung down to her thighs and sleeves that reached her forearms, making her work a little cumbersome.

Chang Feng bought her two changes of clothes, which would fit better, but she still liked to wear his clothes. The clothes were clean, but she seemed to be able to smell his body.

At night he would sleep with her in his arms. Pillowed on his arm, leaning against his warm chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, she quickly fell asleep, and when she awoke, she always found that he had woken up before her, and was silently watching her.

Sometimes he would gently kiss her on the forehead. It was the most intimate contact between them, and he didn't ask her any further, which was a little different from what she had imagined.

"Do I know you?" she asked him.

He looked at her for a long time, and he said he didn't know.

Her heart ached, and she realized that the way he looked at her was not actually looking at her. At least not now.

She's a person who doesn't even have a name. A man who has no origin and no place to go.

He wouldn't lock the door when he went out, and after the first time he left, she tried to open it, and she walked out of the door, stood in the door for a full minute, and finally returned to the basement.

Where can she go?

She had nothing to do and began to tidy up the room. She made the bed, washed the clothes he hadn't had had time to wash, and hung them in the small patio outside the basement, and scrubbed the floor three times until it was shiny.

Then she began to rummage through the refrigerator, which contained only tomatoes, eggs and some greens, and buckets of instant noodles stacked on top of the refrigerator.

There are seasonings, probably left by the landlord or the previous tenant. She figured that he should be back soon, so she made a tomato scrambled egg and a plate of greens, kept warm with two plates, and put the noodles in the pot to cook.

She didn't know which identity these cooking skills came from, she was a little indifferent, she couldn't remember it, she couldn't think of it. If she doesn't worry about it, then she doesn't have any troubles.

Chang Feng was surprised when she returned, and she was smiling. She took a roast chicken he had packed and told him to buy some ingredients tomorrow.

"I'll cook for you. She said.

He hadn't eaten what she cooked. There was no ...... before.

He put the thought down and said yes.

Chang Feng leaves the basement before dawn and comes back before dark, which actually has a big impact on his actions, and he needs more time to find out the mystery of her.

The names that came out of her mouth, each one representing a complete life.

He infiltrated the household registration department of the police station to inquire about overseas Chinese through the Internet, or went to the industrial and commercial bureau to inquire about registration and filing information...... For each name, he found a correspondence one by one.

They are real, and what they have in common is that they are more or less similar in appearance to Lin Xiang, and all names are finally listed as missing persons.

Disappeared in that war seven years ago.

Seven years later, she appeared in front of him with the identity of all of them, was she one of them?

She has Lin Xiang's look, voice, and body, but she doesn't have any memories or superpowers. She was an ordinary person with a blank mind.

She depended on him, and he couldn't have abandoned her at this time, even if she, who she is now, is indeed a burden.

Moreover, he still couldn't help but equate her with Lin Xiang from time to time, especially when he saw her sleeping soundly in his arms.

He hoped that she was really what she looked like, just like he had before he revealed Lin Xiang's identity in Spirit Deed City. An ordinary person is not the object of contention in the Three Realms.

...... The man he first fell in love with.

Standing above the tallest landmark in Silent City, his mind drifting far away, Chang Feng closed his eyes and slowed down, not letting the mountains of emotions completely drown him in—it was dangerous.

He went back to the basement, and she made a little stir-fried pork and fried chicken wings today.

She was wearing his clothes again, and the big T-shirt was dangling on her, making her look like a child who had not grown up. He handed her the paper bag in his hand.

She parted the pouch with her hand and glanced inside. She looked up and said to him, "You don't have to buy me clothes." "He thought she was wearing his clothes because she didn't have enough clothes to wear?

"You'll need to, we'll leave Silent City tomorrow. He said.

“...... Oh. She replied dumbfounded.

He sat down at the folding table, she served him a bowl of rice, and when she sat down, she looked at him and didn't move her chopsticks.

He had dark and shiny skin, full lines on his face, hard contours, and his eyebrows were not angry but mighty, and he was a handsome man. It's a pity that she hadn't seen him smile, he seemed very melancholy.

He chewed the food in his mouth and looked at her sideways: "What?"

She folded her hands on the table, "Who are you looking for?

"Hmm. He nodded.

"Is this important?"

"Yes. He said without thinking.

He always spoke to her succinctly and didn't tell her much more. She placed the chopsticks on the table, aligned the chopsticks, and pinched a chicken wing into the bowl.

She wanted to hear him say more, and the silence between the two of them made her a little uncomfortable. She knew it was no coincidence that she was there for him, but she couldn't think of anything, she couldn't help him.

She finished nibbling the whole wings before she said what she had in mind: "Did that man come here on purpose? I mean, he used me against you?"

He just looked at her and said, "Rest early after eating, tomorrow we have to go out very early." ”

His evasion made her depressed, and she hurriedly took two bites of food and put it down.

She basically didn't have any luggage to pack, he bought her a few clothes and a pair of shoes, she packed up the dining table, folded the clothes she was going to wear tomorrow and put them on the sofa, and climbed into bed after taking a shower.

He lay on his side with his back to her, his breath even, as if he had fallen asleep. She got under the covers, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and said softly, "I don't know if I'm her." You just think I'm her. ”

Chang Feng had already woken up when she went to bed, and when he heard her words, he rolled over and hugged her, and his lips began to look down from the corners of her forehead until he found her soft lips.

After a deep kiss, he let go of her, but she reached out and touched his face and whispered, "You want me......"

He kissed her closed eyes and hugged her again. He stripped off the clothes from the two of them, dissolving reason in the entanglement of their bodies.

Even if she is a pawn of Lu Xiao again, even if she is secretly killing, even if she will drag him down, he can't refuse her.

He admits that he did have a small longing in his heart: this is who she was in the beginning. He has fallen, he has no way to stay sober anymore, and Lin Xiang is his biggest weakness. The sword mountain is a sea of fire, and he has to break into it without hesitation.

Lin Xiang......

He felt the petite body under him tremble slightly, he left her, then hugged her into his arms, sighed heavily, and said, "Who the hell are you?"

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